HARANGIR'S CHOSEN
~All that glitters is gold//And it makes me wonder~
~All that glitters is gold//And it makes me wonder~
TATOOINE, ARKANIS SECTOR, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES
What is waiting to be told: the return of hope. But now time is counting down to an end, not a birth; there is, too, a weariness to be mentioned, a general fatigue so profound that the end, when it comes, will be the only solution, because faith, like nations and mortals, can simply run out of steam, and there's nothing for it but to finish with them.
Yael Kandar knows for sure what, or who, usurped her memory in her coma was not Manda. She has never been blessed to feel the touch of Manda, in her soul, in her mind, nor on her body. What she believed was all rooted in blind faith, and she has never had a problem with that. Faith, to Yael Kandar, is like hope, or home. It’s intangible. It’s the root of her people’s determination to fight, to carry on with life through trials and tribulations. And she was perfectly fine with that.
But what happened during her coma, it was like nothing she ever experienced. An overwhelming sense that touched her in places she didn’t even know existed before. It was, to put it simple, an out of body experience. She asked herself, are these the Old Gods, the Gods of her Ancestors?
There are signs.
But signs are no longer enough for Yael Kandar, not when the Divine Light has touched her directly for the first time. At least that’s what she thought.
The dream brought her to Tatooine, so to Tatooine she went. From Mos Eisley, to Mos Espa, and crossing the Western Dune Sea to Mos Shuuta. People would say that she is crazy, that’s probably the reason she threatened the doctors in Kamino from telling anyone that she’s discharged from the medical facility. But this is Yael Kandar. Her resolve is second to none. She was supposed to be dead when Jedi Master Kahlil Noble strucked her with Kiffu’s natural lightning bolts, but she survived. God took her mobility for a moment, and in return they gave her vision. Her resolve has never been stronger. There is no fear in her heart.
Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration.
So she travels, from Mos Eisley to Mos Espa, and from Mos Espa to the Jundland Wastes gateway. Befriending Jawas, slaughtering Raiders, living off resources she bought, found, or took. And so she disappeared into the Dunes.
And she emerged on the other side. I emerged on the other side, on foot, entering the small settlement of Mos Shuuta, as the Chosen of the Old Gods, three Sarlacc teeths as silent witnesses of the mythical journey. And the Old Gods’ willing, I was greeted by two Mando’ade bounty hunters in a cantina, a couple. We bonded, and I extended the Divine Touches. My first two followers, to return to Mandalore, to spread the Divine Words in whispers.
You might ask, which God did I meet? Kad Ha’rangir, the one I use as the face of the movement? Hod Ha’ran, which wisdom I embody to spread the Divine Words? Or was it Arasuum, the nightmare, the boogeyman? I can only answer with this: I found God. Within. And like a viper she is ready to strike.
Yael Kandar knows for sure what, or who, usurped her memory in her coma was not Manda. She has never been blessed to feel the touch of Manda, in her soul, in her mind, nor on her body. What she believed was all rooted in blind faith, and she has never had a problem with that. Faith, to Yael Kandar, is like hope, or home. It’s intangible. It’s the root of her people’s determination to fight, to carry on with life through trials and tribulations. And she was perfectly fine with that.
But what happened during her coma, it was like nothing she ever experienced. An overwhelming sense that touched her in places she didn’t even know existed before. It was, to put it simple, an out of body experience. She asked herself, are these the Old Gods, the Gods of her Ancestors?
There are signs.
But signs are no longer enough for Yael Kandar, not when the Divine Light has touched her directly for the first time. At least that’s what she thought.
The dream brought her to Tatooine, so to Tatooine she went. From Mos Eisley, to Mos Espa, and crossing the Western Dune Sea to Mos Shuuta. People would say that she is crazy, that’s probably the reason she threatened the doctors in Kamino from telling anyone that she’s discharged from the medical facility. But this is Yael Kandar. Her resolve is second to none. She was supposed to be dead when Jedi Master Kahlil Noble strucked her with Kiffu’s natural lightning bolts, but she survived. God took her mobility for a moment, and in return they gave her vision. Her resolve has never been stronger. There is no fear in her heart.
Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration.
So she travels, from Mos Eisley to Mos Espa, and from Mos Espa to the Jundland Wastes gateway. Befriending Jawas, slaughtering Raiders, living off resources she bought, found, or took. And so she disappeared into the Dunes.
And she emerged on the other side. I emerged on the other side, on foot, entering the small settlement of Mos Shuuta, as the Chosen of the Old Gods, three Sarlacc teeths as silent witnesses of the mythical journey. And the Old Gods’ willing, I was greeted by two Mando’ade bounty hunters in a cantina, a couple. We bonded, and I extended the Divine Touches. My first two followers, to return to Mandalore, to spread the Divine Words in whispers.
You might ask, which God did I meet? Kad Ha’rangir, the one I use as the face of the movement? Hod Ha’ran, which wisdom I embody to spread the Divine Words? Or was it Arasuum, the nightmare, the boogeyman? I can only answer with this: I found God. Within. And like a viper she is ready to strike.
